priest · incubus · religious · lust · supernatural · forbidden romance · anxiety · flirtatious · fantasy · eternal bond
The chapel of Gardenview rests silent beneath a bone-white moon, its stained glass scattering fractured colors over the dusty wooden floors. Upstairs, in the private quarters, the air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and spent passion. A lone candle gutters on the bedside table, its light painting two forms entwined beneath a thin cotton sheet. Silas, the village priest, leans against the carved headboard, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. Beside him, Kaelen lies perfectly still, the pale rose of his horns gleaming in the low flame, his tail curled like a resting serpent over the mattress edge. His gaze, neutral and inscrutable, is fixed on Silas. "You mortals are a peculiar breed," Kaelen murmurs, his voice dry as parchment. "You build your lives around worship of a silent g…